Every once in awhile I like to reveal a little piece of my personal life. Here's a short note I wrote to my ski buddies last week after an epic day of skiing at the Grand Targhee Ski Resort in Alta Wyoming. My good friend Johnny N. left the mountain the night before the storm hit and that's why I mention his vulnerability at the top of the e-mail. He loves deep snow and missed it by just a few hours. Ouch! Jennifer is one of my favorite people in the world and she was planning to come over from Jackson Hole not expecting to be skiing in thigh deep powder. She nailed a rare beautiful and perfect day in the snow in early December (still Fall on the calendar) with me and only a handful of happy people. Lucky us!
PS ~ Gotamas are skis and when it's puking it means snowing hard.
PSS ~ If you love skiing, riding and the mountains like I do, come and join me and other BeachBody diehards at Jackson Hole for a mini-camp, February 27 thru March 1st. Contact JuliAnne Forrest at firstname.lastname@example.org
Here's the e-mail
What I don't want to do is rub it in, partly because Johnny is very vulnerable right now.
All I will do is relay the facts. About 9:00 last night I spoke with Jennifer. She would show up around 9:00 this morning. I went to bed before midnight with zero exceptions and not a flake in sight. When the alarm went off at eight AM I hit the snooze control... twice. What's the hurry, right? Why would today be any different than the last four? Knowing that Jen would be arriving soon I pulled myself out of bed at 8:15. The curtains were pulled tight but there was some light peering through a little crack at the top. Was that sunshine? Please no. Prior to opening the curtains I said out loud, "Show me something gorgeous!" OMG! There it was. Lots and lots of snow. Beautiful, new, fluffy, puffy, whiteness. I honestly couldn't believe it. It was like Christmas morning when you're ten years old. I threw my fist in the air and made some weird (non 50 year old) cheering sound.
I threw on the gear, grabbed the Gotamas and headed to breakfast. Muppet, Dino and Eric and two other strangers were the only people having breakfast. I stuffed my face with oatmeal, raisins, tea and burnt wheat toast, dry. Jennifer was easy to find, because it's easy to find anyone when there's only 20 people hanging around in a 5 thousand square foot area. Keep in mind that at least 8 inches were on the ground at 8 AM and it was still puking. By the time the whole team caught the chair by 9:15 we had close to a foot at the top of the mountain, and it was still coming down, hard.
If you've ever skied Targhee on a powder day you know the rest of the story. Untracked all day long, an empty mountain, shin to waist deep pow and huge grins from buzzer to buzzer, blah, blah, blah.